BRIGHT DARKNESS by the inimitable ~free cee!~ Poem
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Mar 2011 726 Views 0 comments
BRIGHT DARKNESS by the inimitable ~free cee!~
Author: Unknown
i don't know about you but as for me i do a whole lot of talking to me while all alone alone but for the drone of dreary drums as an aria arises from rows of reverent conundrums and a symphony of sounds from such sorrow to which sadness succumbs as my mind stoops over in order to pick up bits of my conscience crumb by crumb i spend an inordinate amount of my life thinking about my lot in life a thread, a thimble, a thorn, and a thin slice of tomorrow a bed, being nimble, a horn and the petulance of sorrow but what about the seeds as yet un-sewn? and all of the needs the needy need that as yet remains unknown? but at last, sans any roots, yet and still i am a tree well grown
grown of grenery and not by any means human bone and is there a precise measurement for when a pebble becomes a stone and a stone to a bolder i mean did anyone ever space the weight between the two and put it in some folder to be reviewed when he gets a bit older i suppose, if given a choice i'd opt not to be a boulder but just a little bit bigger than a pebble sized stone but just becaue i were only a pebble i still need my cell-phone unless i don't like the boulder's voice and tone and yes, i am and remain all alone consecrated by convicts a pacifist who cares not for conflicts but right now i'm off to bed to rid the ridiculous out of my un-quiet head while beyond the white picket fences Mrs. Delano sits as Mr. Delano comes up with one of his inane defences so good night, and i pray the Lord my sanity to take as Mr. Delano agrees there are too many leaves and tomorrowhe must rake but if God doesn't rob me of my wits this slumber and God knows that boulder must have my cell-phone number then unfortunately when i awake i should be only semi-insane and to make it perfectly plain i'd prefer if i were in an instition for the totally insane they won't even bother taking an M.R.I. of my brain at least then guiltiness wouldn't be weaving its way into my medula-oblongata oh, and I asked Jose the gardener if he had any money to pay a debt to me and he said "nada" but he commented that his economic status is because his hot wife buys a shit load of products by Prada and for some reason he asked what was inside my head and the truth was, in my mind was also "nada"
you know.....rubbing me the wrong way ain't right now damn it........good night and by the way, if a grub is crawling on a tree but doing it incorrectly wouldn't that mean he was grubbing the tree the wrong way? see, i can't keep a flood of inane thoughts such as that one at bay so please, lash out the bright and just say "good night" (c) 2011.....~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
MARK DAVID CHAPMAN WROTE ME AND INSTRUCTED ME TO WRITE THIS POEM